The person effectively went into the institution of magic as well as is now making every effort to take in beneficial understanding. However he has to take care of the advancement of skills as well as the build-up of experience on his own, outside the university. As well as if earlier he utilized only the magic of nature, now he can utilize all the rest. At the exact same time, he made friends with other trainees. And after that there's his coach, who up until just recently was his instructor, fell for him. Well, exactly how I fell in love - I didn't immediately reciprocate, and now... However he doesn't mind either.
In a little, simple house nestled near the coastline, a young kid named Kaito dealt with his mom. One peaceful afternoon, while checking out the dirty attic, his interest led him to an old, strong breast stashed underneath a stack of failed to remember blankets. With a grunt, he handling to pry open the heavy lid, exposing a variety of old keepsakes, faded materials, and underneath everything, a single fruit unlike any type of he 'd seen before. It wasnt the lively, swirled fruit explained in the fantastical tales whispered among sailors; it looked, strangely, like a completely ordinary, maybe somewhat large, orange, albeit with an unnervingly smooth, unblemished skin. He chose it up, feeling its solid weight in his little hand, a faint, wonderful scent clinging to it. This was no typical fruit, though it lacked the tell-tale patterns-- it was, unknown to Kaito, an akuma-no-mi, its dormant power lying deep within, waiting on the moment it would lastly awaken.